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Walküre:
PRIMAEVAL CLASH



--- Zitat ---Before the first dawn of light and star,
Tale of past, riddled afar
In the memory of the Bright,
Who once abode in fairness and might,
There, where time is not,
There, one primaeval clash was fought
Among faithful and rebels,
Betwixt high angels and foul devils.
Thou sure knowest that Good was to prevail
Over wicked fiends that ever are bound to fail.

Potent Vala, who always just doth,
Whose vile foes survive not his wrath,
Pain and sorrows sparked the ancient battle,
For grave treachery in peace they could not settle;
For love and dear sake of the One's true will,
Which ever giveth warm instead of deadly chill.
The Sole Almighty whom none shall defy,
Lest gracious wings be hewn
And become fell claws beneath ghoulish night and moon,
As upon Powers in Heaven was bestowed the right to rule,
But as emissaries of radiance, and not deceiver of fool.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
I AM THAT I AM



--- Zitat ---I am that I am,
Dearest to thee
As to shepherd dear is lamb,
Whom some not see.

The Giver of life
And pain mingled with strife;
Yet, ill is equally plan
To fight off foes and evil ban.

Thou, hearken to holy words!
The Powers ever speak just,
Within the bliss of the Western Lords
Lieth fire which fiends shall crush into dust.

Thou art to beg and pray
So next ages of ruin not say,
And at night shalt thou behold
How Heavens are mightier thousandfold.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
CRYSTAL-HILL



--- Zitat ---Upon the Crystal-Hill of valour and gem
Whence just happy chants stem,
Here lies a seat of power;
Of heroes who filth ever scour.

Kneel, you that came later!
Bow, before the wise king, his lovely sons and golden daughter.
The keeper of the towering belfry,
Making music of truth and never of lie.

Stairs and ways wreathed in dust,
Of glittering jewel waking human lust,
Though greed is not among the High
And amidst their serfs that swim and fly.

A former ruler was father of all,
Governing arts and disputes within the adamant wall;
Unto the time of horrendous task
Into the Holy Shire, whitherto had not fallen dusk.

An assembly was called,
In which sires and ladies stood bold
Against the sudden night,
Foreshadowing bloody story and further plight.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE WIZARD'S FORT



--- Zitat ---Ahead of us once lay
The wizard's fort and its grey way,
Choked by vapour and fumes,
On watching stars and reading runes
The white mage had grown so keen,
Ere towards schemes his mind was to lean;
When fine garden became putrid sight,
Spent by venom and blight,
As the guard turned into foe
And plunged his merry dwelling such low.

Accustomed to justness and beauty
For the reach of order and duty,
The black pinnacle was then twisted for worse
Without some regret and remorse;
Spells and curses to kill
The gentle yeoman's will,
And shroud the horse-shires with dread
That to sheer folly would have led,
If not for the coming of hope
Which gave vigour to fight on open field and in fortified slope.
--- Ende Zitat ---

Walküre:
THE FIELD'S SLUMBER



--- Zitat ---Too long have fields been trapped in slumber
And all seemed quiet and far calmer
Than harsh seasons and pending doom,
But Rohan's fine youth rests now in flowered green tomb.

The fence they took down and tore
Apart, and enemies not just woes bore,
For a fiendish charm had made its way
To the royal court in its greyest day.

My king, glorious throne was then for you chains
That ever bind the weak, left at the mercy of banes;
Your mind bewitched as dreary cage
As the rogue wizard no-quarter war chose to wage.

So villages burnt and cried
Desperate help, while misfortune was soon to spread wide;
Huts and shacks were fire's prey,
Which flames feast on fain, during red-moon or pale ray.

Horse-lord, we crave one to come,
To banish hence foolish and dumb,
To revive an olden soul in need
And let the sire to battle his riders lead!
--- Ende Zitat ---

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